Dumping Depression

Some 10 years ago, I was but a shadow of myself. I had had a less than idyllic childhood and a divorce that cemented for me my feelings of worthlessness and although I had met the man I thought I'd marry for good, I had just lost him too. (A story for another time, that.) It was none of these things, however, that truly resulted in my being depression's best friend. It was the fact that I had zero coping skills which allowed the negative thoughts to pervade and dominate my mind and life. A bad childhood, a painful divorce, the loss of someone you love, and much, much worse happens to people day in, day out but it's how we deal with it, not the events themselves, that either makes us or breaks us.

So, those many years ago, sick and tired of myself and my lost-sad-soul-self life, I woke up one day and dumped depression. To be honest, I have had a couple of what I would call really bad moments but not periods of depression. Still, I would never say NOTHING could ever bring me down to my knees again (I'm not one to so arrogantly tempt life and fate that way) but I am fearless of whatever comes my way now because I know for sure that no matter what, I will always have what it takes to stand back up after I fall. I may stumble, I may quake in my boots, but I know I am capable enough to handle anything because I have the tools, emotional strength, and faith that will always help me stay away from the depths. Know it's in you, too. It's in all of us. (FROM 3/11/07, 9:25 AM, finished today, Tuesday, 3/27/07)